Page 103 of Hunter

“I—”

“I don’t give a shit what you think about it. This is how we do things in the club, and that isn’t going to change. You love the man. You love the club. Now, get over it and come here.”

I opened my mouth, wanting to argue, but Hunter was right and so were the girls. I hated the fact they needed to beat the crap out of each other to deal with their shit, but that was the club’s way. So, even though I was angry and wanted to give him the cold shoulder, I stepped close and tilted my head up, keeping my feet planted flat on the ground.

Hunter looked at the ceiling for calm. Then, with a heavy grunt, he leaned all the way down and gave me a long, hard kiss. Despite how mad I was, I couldn’t help melting against him.

“Are you done?”

Hunter stood straight and looked over at Georgia, who stood tapping her feet with a tube of nail glue in her hands. Hunter glared at her, and she glared right back.

I laughed, grabbed him by the shirt, and dragged him in for one last kiss. Hunter groaned in pain when I let him go, and then I followed Georgia back to the couches, while he lugged his sorry ass over to the bar.

After an hour, the boys were getting rowdy and drunk, and I had been dressed up in a luminous pink sash, heavy makeup, and a very short dress that left little to the imagination.

Anna stood beside me in a red and black corset and black skinny jeans. Kay was in a knee-length black dress that showed off a figure that was amazing, considering her age. The rest of the girls, both the club girls and the old ladies, were dressed up for a night out.

Baby and Georgia had insisted on making the girls look more presentable tonight, and while not dressed in sex-hair, yesterday’s makeup, and only underwear, they were stunning. They didn’t look like club whores tonight; just normal girls looking for a bit of fun.

We all gathered by the front door, waiting for the limousines to pull up to take us out to the clubs in Fellpeak for my bachelorette party when Lamb came through the door. He slid his phone into his pocket as he walked over to Wolf, his face a mask of nothing, which, of course, meant everything. Something was up.

Wolf sobered at whatever Lamb had told him then whispered something to Hunter. Hunter’s eyes, which had done nothing but appraise me from afar and make me rethink my plans to go out, turned away from me to look at Wolf then back at me again. He nodded at Wolf then headed in my direction.

He pulled me aside, travelling his hands around my waist and ignoring the pain as he leaned down to kiss me. “Enjoy your night,” he said, brushing the few strands of my up-do out of my face. He almost knocked the tiara off my head while doing it, but I didn’t care.

I looked over his shoulder to where Wolf was beckoning Anna over. She scowled at him at first, stubbornly refusing to move, until Lamb also called her over. Her expression changed then from teasing to a frown as she strutted over in her bright red boots.

I turned back toward Hunter, who was still looking down at me. He didn’t seem tense, maybe a little relieved, but I still knew what was said must not have been entirely good news since the guys began to head to Wolf’s office, which led to the room where they held Church.

“What’s going on?” I asked, switching between watching the men leave and Hunter.

Anna came back over and re-joined our group, who were also eyeing what was going on. Kay went to talk to Anna, who whispered something in her ear.

“Nothing for you to worry about,” Hunter promised, brushing his finger down the side of my neck.

I grabbed his hand. “Hunter, if you don’t tell me, I can’t enjoy my night.”

Hunter searched my eyes then sighed. He leaned down again, despite the pain, and pressed a kiss to my cheek before moving his lips to my ear and whispering, “Spider’s dead.”

I felt a ripple of adrenaline shoot through my body, followed by relief. I hadn’t heard much about what had happened after I had passed out, other than Spider escaping and something to do with another club showing up—the Grim Reapers or whatever. I hadn’t been told about how Spider had escaped or what had gone down. I figured whatever had happened, the Black Angels had won, and that was all I needed to know … according to the men, that was. I wanted to know more, but none of them would tell me. I even tried to squeeze the information out of Anna, but she proved even more difficult.

Even so, I felt relieved now that Spider was gone. Mint had gone to keep an eye out at my mother’s while she looked after Adair, unfortunately making him miss Hunter’s bachelor party. At least now I could be rest assured that Mint wouldn’t dive in front of anymore bullets anytime soon.

Even the issue with Hell’s Runners had been settled since Chains had become president under the Grim Reaper’s rule, despite his reluctance. The information Hunter had found resulted in locking up the bad … Or rather, the worst guys in the Hell’s Runners club. They were imprisoned with charges from extortion all the way to multiple murders. That was only for the ones who were still alive.

All the men who had been brought to the warehouse had gone missing. Not even bodies had been left behind. That had helped Jax’s case when he had been arrested for possible assault and battery charges when he had been found beside the unconscious, bloody, and drugged-up me. I would hate to think what would have happened if the Grim Reapers had left the bodies behind, too.

“You good?” Hunter interrupted my thoughts.

I looked up at him as he cupped my face, concern woven into those sharp features of his, and I gave him a gentle smile. “Yeah, I’m good.”

I heard a beep outside, and the girls began to flutter with noise toward the doorway.

“That’s my ride.”

Hunter leaned down and gave me a long, deep kiss. “Have fun. But not too much fun,” he whispered against my lips, and then I kissed him back.

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

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